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(Afide.

And, in a convent piac's, admire
The cloister'd walls and virgia choir :
With them in forgs and hymns divine
The beautecus penitent that jois,
And bid the guilty world adieu.

KING
How am I bless'd if this be true!

QUEEN
Atoning for herself and you.

KING.
I ask no more! secure the fair
In life and blifs: I ask not where :
For ever from my fancy filed,
May the whole world believe her dead.
That no foul minister of vice
Again my sinking foul intice
Iis broken passion to renew,
But let me live and die with you.

QUEEN
How does my heart for fuch a prize
The vain censorious world defpise,
Tho' distant ages, yet unborn,
For Rosamond shall falfly mour,
And with the present times agree;
To brand my name with cruelty;
How does my heart for such a prize
The vain cenforious world despise!

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But see your fave, while yet I speak,
From his dull trance unfetter'd break!
As he the potion shall survive
Believe your Rofamond alive.

K I N G.
O happy day! O pleasing view!
My Queen forgives

QUE EN
-My Lord is true.

KING
No more I'll change.

QUE EN No more I'll grieve :

BOT H.
But ever thus united live.

Sir TRUST r awaking,
In which world am I! all I see,
Ev'ry thicket, buth and tree,
So like the place from whence I came;
That one wou'd fwear it were the same.
My foriner legs too, by their pace!
And by the whiskers, 'tis my face !
The self-fame habit, garb and mien!
They ne'er wou'd bury me in green.

Vol. II.

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SCENE

QUEEN A beart so unrepenting.

KING
A rage so unrelenting.

BOTH
Will for ever

Love diffever.
Will for ever break our reft.

K IN G. Floods of forrow will I shed

To inourn the lovely shade ! My Rofamond, alas, is dead,

And where, O where convey'd !
So bright a bloom, so soft an air,

Did ever nymph disclose!
The lily was not half fo fair,
Nor half so sweet the rose.

QUE E N.
How is his heart with anguish torn!
My Lord, I cannot see

you mourn: The living you lament: while I, To be lamented so, cou'd die.

KING The living! speak, oh speak again! Why will you dally with my pain!

QUEEN Were your lov'd Rofamond alive, Wou'd not my former wrongs revive?

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(Alide.

KING.
Oh no; by visions from above,
Prepard for grief, and freed from love,
I came to take my last adieu,

QUEEN.
How am I bless'd if this be true!.

KING
And leave th' unhappy nymph for you.
But 0!

QUE E N.
Forbear, my Lord, to grieve,
And know your Rofamond does live.

If 'tis joy to wound a lover,

How much more to give bim ease?
When his paffion we discover,

Ob bow pleasing 'tis to please!
The bliss returns, and we receive
Transports greater than we give.

KING
O quickly relate
This riddle of fate!
My impatience forgive,
Does Rofamond live?

QUE EN
The bowl with drowsy juices filld,
From cold Egyptian drugs distillid,
la borrow'd death has clos’d her eyes;
But soon the waking nymph shall rise,

And

(Afide.

And, in a convent plac’d, admire
The cloister'd walls and virgin choir :
With them in songs and hymns divine
The beauteous penitent shall join,
And bid the guilty world adieu.

K I N G
How am I bless'd if this be true !

QUEEN.
Atoning for herself and you.

KING.
I ask no more! secure the fair
In life and bliss: I ask not where :
For ever from my fancy fled,
May the whole world believe her dead.
That no foul minister of vice
Again my finking foul intice
Its broken passion to renew,
But let me live and die with you.

QUE EN
How does my heart for such a prize
The vain censorious world defpife,
Tho' distant ages, yet unborn,
For Rosamond shall falfly mourn,
And with the present times agree;
To brand my name with cruelty;
How does my heart for such a prize
The vain cenforious world despise !

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